This is a song about "Cash money records sucks"

And cash money supermarket like seth,

Baptized in eternal fire i'll shed so many tears

Fuck dirty money man my cash is clean, everybody braggin how they rap with speed

They say i'm running hip-hop but i'd rather unify with y'all then stampede

Capitalistic mental, money and cash is still sick essential,

I’m here forever, these other niggas scribble in pencil

Ybm and emp it's like we brothers

Money, cash, hoes, 420's the cleverest verse,

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

They talk about the flash clothes, cars, money, cash hoes,

My records selling out the stores now

Will somebody please show me how

Or something that you paid for

My records sell, yes sir

And three hours in the showers with the corpse

I'm rapping for royal records